BR'ER RABBIT IN DE BRESH PILE

Br'er Rabbit sorter snoozin’ in de Big Bresh Pile,

Years laid back an’ pink eyes shet up tight,

Snow a-layin’ deep an’ gittin’ deeper all de while —

Br'er Rabbit glad dat he is outer sight.

Pretty soon he hear a noise — dat's Br'er Fox, he know,

Gropin’ th'ough de quiet woods, out in de cold an’ snow;

“Is dat you, Br'er Rab?” he say — but Br'er Rab lay low

An’ never let on dat he heerd him right.

“Come out an’ take a little stroll,” seys Br'er Fox, seys he,

Sniffin’ at de bresh pile an’ walkin’ all aroun’;

“Much obleeged,” seys Br'er Rab; “but dis will do fer me —

Hate ter walk when snow is on de groun’.”

“Woods is lookin’ pretty,” says Br'er Fox; “de sun

Is shinin’ jest like diamon's — come on, and have some fun!”

“Hafter thank you kindly, but my diamon’ days is done,”

Seys Br'er Rab, “dey huhts my eyes, I foun’.”

Br'er Fox, he lick he chops, an’ set down where he at

( Gotter git some plan to bring him out );

Den he say, “Dere's lettuce here — make you nice an’ fat!”

But Br'er Rab lay back he haid an’ shout:

“Oh, Br'er Fox, you surely is a liar — dat you is;

De lettuce days is done gone by — an’ all de leaves is friz;

You'll hafter try anudder way — mah name is Leery Liz!”

( Ol’ Br'er Rabbit slangy, widdout doubt! )

“Dar comes a man!” seys Br'er Fox; “he gotter dog an’ gun!

Br'er Rab, you better come wid me!”

“Ef dat is true,” seys Br'er Rab, “you orter jump an’ run —

He gwine t’ shoot when youah red haid he see!”

“I got a better house dan dis,” seys Br'er Fox; “come on

And live wid me — I treat you well — de man and dog is gone!”

“An’ s'ply you wid fresh meat? Oh, no, I has n't jest bin bawn,”

Seys Br'er Rab; “you make me laff,” seys he.

Den Br'er Fox, he slink away, and bahk like he was sad,

An’ Br'er Rab, he shake he sides wid laffin’ — ai n't he bad?

He small, but still, he gotter mind — an’ jest fer dat he glad —

Ol’ Br'er Rabbit, in de Big Bresh Pile!